Sir! Don't close the net!

"that……"

Dante was taken aback at first, but quickly realized that what Wojciech was referring to was most likely the dagger Norman had given him.

Dante narrowed his eyes slightly and then grinned.

"I've tried it. It's quite sharp, but a bit short. If you really want to stab someone to death, you'd probably have to rush into their arms. A shotgun would be much more effective."

“Ha…” Woch leaned back slightly, a glint in his eyes. “Speaking of which, Mr. Dante, you haven’t changed your address recently, have you?”

Dante's expression changed. "Spying on me?"

“Isn’t that obvious? You’re the son of a Mafia godfather,” Watchy gestured with his hand. “But it’s not exactly surveillance. Everyone in the Jurassic Circle knows you. They can hear where you go and what you do without you even having to.”

"and……"

Woch paused for a moment, then said meaningfully.

"Mr. Dante, isn't this what you've been hoping for?"

Dante's eye twitched violently. "So, you suddenly looked for..."

What brings me here? Does the Godfather want to see me?

"No, the Godfather is busy right now. I have something I need to confirm with Mr. Dante."

"Confirm? Confirm what? Hmm? Is it time to decide who the next Godfather will be?" Dante crossed his arms and laughed coldly. "You want to sit in the Godfather's seat? Speaking of which, you've been working very hard these past few years."

“Well…” Woch rested his chin on his hand, his brow furrowing slightly. “I don’t intend to vie for the position of Godfather.”

"Huh?" Dante raised an eyebrow, his face full of disbelief.

The ambition and dream of every thug in the Jurassic Circle is to become a gang godfather. He used to constantly say that he would become a godfather someday.

“Speaking of which, Mr. Dante, have you ever seen Mr. Yellow Raincoat…” Woch didn’t intend to explain too much to Dante, but instead asked what he really wanted to know.

"Mr. Yellow Raincoat?" Dante tilted his head, looking completely bewildered. "What kind of strange nickname is that?"

Although Dante appeared bewildered on the surface, he was inwardly cursing. He remembered that Annie had called Li Yili "Mr. Yellow Raincoat," and now that same term had come out of the mouth of Wochy, the arms dealer.

The night he helped Li Yili buy the gun, Li Yili definitely went to the butcher shop; those strange traces...

Dante would bet that it wasn't Wojci testing his new treasure on others; it was definitely Li Yili who barged in and turned everyone into wall decorations.

But one thing is strange: if that's really the case, then these past few days have been far too peaceful and prosperous.

The attack on the armory, though nothing was stolen, was no small matter.

Either Wojci deliberately concealed this matter to protect his future.

Or...

Watch betrayed the Mafia and became the Yellow Coat Man's henchman, telling outrageous lies and concealing the Yellow Coat Man's existence.

Dante found it absurd that he actually thought Watch had betrayed the Mafia and sided with Li Yili.

However, Dante decided to play dumb and pretend he didn't know anything for now.

Watchdog stared at Dante for a moment, then shrugged. "I was just asking."

"Have you finished asking your questions? If there's nothing else, you can leave."

Dante waved his hand, but Wojciech remained rooted to the spot, neither leaving nor speaking.

Dante clicked his tongue. "Fine—if you won't leave, I will."

Dante had just turned around when Wojciech said, "Mr. Dante, I have some news here. I wonder if you'd be interested?"

Dante didn't even turn his head, just waved his hand and said, "Not interested."

"It's related to what you have, and what the Jurassic Circle gang has."

Dante paused, slowly turning his head away, his pupils contracting slightly in surprise, as his body was pulled back by the wind.

Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Heir to Self-Desecration

"Incredible..."

After a long pause, Dante managed to squeeze out a sound.

"So you're planning to use force?"

"No, I just want Mr. Dante to realize the...seriousness of the problem."

Wojci lowered his hands and raised them above his head, and the strange wind that had been binding Dante's body dissipated.

"Seriousness? Do you know the seriousness of what you just did?" Dante put his right hand behind his back and placed the other hand on the shotgun at his waist, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He desperately wanted to pull out his shotgun and stab Watch in the stomach. Regardless of Watch's motives, Watch's actions annoyed him to no end.

But now, in front of the gate to the chalk circle, there are quite a few people around. Woch's status is also quite high. If he doesn't draw his gun, the people around him will only think that he is having a mafia-style brawl. But if he pulls out his gun, it will turn into a mafia infighting.

“Because this problem is more serious than what just happened,” Woch shrugged at the people around him who were watching.

Dante's eyes flickered before he lowered his right hand.

Wojci put his hand down. "Shall we find a place to talk?"

"OK--"

After much hesitation, Dante decided to talk to Wojci at his hotel.

Anyway, Li Yili has already left, so he doesn't need to worry about Wochi bumping into Li Yili, the man in the yellow raincoat.

Along the way, Dante asked nothing, and Wojciech said nothing; they were like people on two different paths until they returned to the inn, at which point Wojciech finally spoke.

"It seems like there are no other residents here?"

"Not to mention the residents, even the business owners are gone," Dante waved his hand, "and now I've gotten it all for free."

Woch nodded as if he suddenly understood, without any surprise, as this kind of thing was all too common in the Jurassic Circle.

After entering the inn, Dante did not continue forward. Instead, he turned around and blocked Watch at the doorway. He raised his right hand, pointed his index finger downwards, and drew a shotgun with his left hand, pointing it at Watch. "Let's talk here. If you don't want to be shot, you can turn around and leave."

Wojci's lips twitched. "Mr. Dante, aren't you worried that someone behind the door might overhear our conversation? This isn't something that can be leaked out."

“Then use your magical powers to prevent this from happening,” Dante shrugged, looking completely unconcerned. “Anyway, I’m the son of a Mafia godfather, I’m not worried.”

Wojci's breath hitched, and after a long pause, he sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Alright, Master Dante, I understand what you mean. Don't worry, there won't be any..."

Someone overheard our conversation.

"Okay—let's begin."

Dante took a few steps back and sat in the chair that Li Yili usually sat in, crossed his legs, and held a shotgun in his left hand, pointing it at Wochi.

"I can't be bothered to ask. Just tell me what you think."

“Mr. Yellow Raincoat and his kin are the sponsors of this Mafia event, and even the entire Jurassic Circle gang,” Woch said without changing his expression.

You're kidding me!

Dante cursed inwardly, but his expression remained unchanged. "Anything else? Wojciech, I think you'd better organize your thoughts. I'm completely confused right now, and I'm an impatient person. I hate puzzles."

Wojci glanced sideways, as if he hadn't heard Dante's warning, and continued, "For some reason, they want to start a war in the wasteland that will change the entire wasteland. They chose the Jurassic Circle gangs, who have been lying low and waiting for their power to grow, and provided them with the legacy of the ancient gods that has unleashed their true power."

"Wait a minute—"

Dante waved his shotgun somewhat irritably, his right hand on his forehead, his brows furrowed.

Aside from the fact that Li Yili was a partner funded by the Jurassic Circle gang, everything else was roughly the same as what he knew.

But one thing is strange: Woj's purpose. Woj is one of the arms dealers and seems to have obtained the legacy of the ancient gods who have unleashed their true power. If war breaks out, Woj will be the beneficiary, so having sponsors for the Jurassic Circle gang is a good thing for Woj.

Why did Wochi call this a serious problem, approach him, and ask if he had ever seen Mr. Yellow Raincoat, Li Yili?

Dante was certain that Li Yili did not want the Jurassic Circle to go to war.

“I… know everything you’re saying,” Dante hesitated for a moment before deciding not to play dumb, but he didn’t intend to reveal the deal he made with Li Yili. “So? What brings you to me?”

“Well… that’s up to you, Mr. Dante,” Woch grinned.

"what?"

“The funders are anxious, the gangs are even more anxious. War could break out at any moment. Maybe if we open this door, we’ll find ourselves in hell on earth,” Woch said, turning around and grabbing the hotel door.

Although he knew it was impossible, Dante instinctively stood up the moment Watchy pulled the door open.

The hotel door swung open with a bang, revealing the familiar Jurassic Circle outside.

For a moment, Dante felt an urge to pull the trigger and rip a hole in Watch.

“It’s really lucky that the war didn’t happen today,” Woch smiled and closed the door, then turned to face Dante, who was looking furious. “Young Master Dante, you know I’m not joking. War could break out at any time.”

“I know they wish they could storm the capital, Millennium, today, but so what?” Dante sat back down, keeping his gun pointed at Wojciech. “How much of the ancient gods’ legacy, which has been unleashed to their full power, do they have? Their opponents are not just the royal family and nobility of the capital, Millennium, but also the Cult of Steam and Steel.”

“Unless the gangsters… no! The thugs of the Jurassic Circle each possess a relic of the ancient gods, they will only be preparing for war no matter how long they live.”

Dante was very confident that although the society of the Jurassic Circle was made up of thugs and was distorted, it was still a society that had been operating and growing to this day. A society may get worse and worse, but it will never drag everyone down with it.

"So, Mr. Dante intends to just watch like this?"

“Of course—” Dante raised his head. Woch’s stance was currently unclear, and he had no intention of revealing his grand plan. “Is there anything else?”

"No, it's all over now. I wish you a happy and smooth life ahead."

Wojci opened the hotel door, bowed, and left. His respectful and polite manner made Dante feel uncomfortable. However, Dante did not intend to keep Wojci. Instead, he held his shotgun and pondered the reason for Wojci's visit.

Wochi left the hotel and turned into a deserted alley. Stepping on the damp ground, a black rat raised its head and squeaked as it followed Wochi. As time went by, more and more rats emerged, swirling together and surging upwards like a monster standing upright.

Woj stopped walking, but did not turn around.

A hand reached out, and the swarming rats were pulled back like a curtain.

"how is the situation?"

“Although Dante’s acting was very realistic, I’ve heard that he definitely had contact with Mr. Yellow Raincoat, and they had a close relationship,” Woch suddenly straightened up.

"is it?"

“Um… I have a question, but I don’t know the answer…” Woch asked cautiously.

"explain."

"Dante will hinder your plans, and... this is most likely due to Mr. Yellow Coat's influence."

“He can’t stop our plan. As for Mr. Yellow Raincoat… unless another one speaks up, everything is subject to His will. If He stops us, we will immediately withdraw from the wasteland and never set foot there again.”

Wojci gasped. "Mr. Yellow Raincoat... what is he...?"